Notice how the antenna’s top is hidden by fog? Rainy Sunday.
Raining so strong that we can’t go out? Isn’t Sunday the day when we leave our house, albeit reluctantly for me, so we can get reacquainted with the smelly metropolis known as Metro Manila? No, it’s foggy and rainy but not the kind of rains that cause floods. Why then am I blogging on a Sunday?
The car broke down. There was a leak in the clutch and Speedy had to call the mechanic. Fortunately, he was willing to work on a Sunday.
I was spying on them through the window of the study.
I slung the camera strap around my neck and held the camera outside the window.
Had to take more than a dozen shots — some were angled wrong and the figures were not quite discernible.
That’s Speedy wearing the shirt with a hole near the shoulder.
Work on the car clutch was done by 1.30 but it was too late to go out to do all the things we were planning on doing today. At any rate, there’s tomorrow and tomorrow’s a holiday.
That’s one problem with having only one car. When it goes out of commission, you either get it fixed pronto! or take public transport. Why only one car? What will we do with two? We used to have two but that was when I was still working. When we moved to the suburb in 2001 in a house that had room for only one car, we sold the other one. Speedy drove me to and from the office and we managed. Soon after, I quit working and there was even less reason to get another car. I let my driver’s license expire and never bothered renewing it.
Much, much later, Speedy did offer to get a second car for me. You know, so I wouldn’t have to wait around for him if I wanted to go shopping or meet up with friends… But it wasn’t wise to park one car in the garage and the other out on the street in the old neighborhood. That’s looking for trouble. Besides, I always suspected he was just trying to wiggle out of his dad-job. You know… driving the girls to parties and picking them up, running errands, etcetera, etcetera.
And now that we have room for three cars? No, thank you, I still say. The girls will just turn me into a taxi driver. I’ve seen a prelude and I know what will happen. The times when Speedy was out of town or out of the country, there were times when I was making six to eight trips a day just driving the girls to and from their multiple destinations. And I had to do the grocery shopping and run errands to boot. Why subject myself to that eh? Isn’t that what fathers are for? :mrgreen:
More importantly, with the price of gasoline (and spare parts and other auto supplies), who wants the aggravation? Is it justified to spend twice as much on car maintenance?
But the most important reason… Who wants to be a driver when one can be a relaxed and pampered passenger? I prefer reaching my destination unruffled and in a good mood. I prefer getting home in the same condition. And that’s hardly possible with the driving conditions in Metro Manila.
Get a chauffeur? I don’t think so. Speedy and I are both backseat drivers. Even a patient chauffeur will quit after a week. That’s why when it’s time for the girls to learn to drive, we’ve agreed that a driving school is best. My father taught me to drive and he was a backseat driver and it wasn’t a pleasant experience for both of us.
And when the girls are old enough to drive, then Speedy can get that second car he’s been offering me. And by that time, there won’t be any need for me to get a chauffeur, right? :wink: